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Chain Letters and Peace of Mind

A few days ago I received a chain e/mail with a quote promising that something would happen on the fourth day, presumably something quite lovely. I usually just click delete, but in this case I read the thing all the way through and passed it along to eight other women, carefully choosing those who I thought might not be offended. Here is the quote:

May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.

Four days have passed, and today I woke up a wreck! I have no “peace within,” but storms and howling winds from the pressure-systems of TOO MUCH TO DO! as I prepare to go to New York for six days. My eye fell on the quote that I had printed out and left on the table and it was so irritating that I thought I’d blog about how false chain letters are.

But something wonderful has happened. Writing this, (and typing out the words of the prayer, being forced to slow down and read each word) I find myself simmering with laughter. My inner sense is changing. I begin to trust that the world is exactly as it should be, and I can even feel a little faith in myself returning not to mention love for others beginning to bubble up. Do you know the way tiny air bubbles form in boiling water, the oxygen rising from the bottom until suddenly the surface of the water is a roiling, moiling mass (if you are boiling milk, it overflows at this point, spilling all over the stove). That’s how I feel and of course the moment that love for others overwhelms any other anxieties, then you are content.

So this entry gives thanks to whichever friend sent that quote along to jog me back into myself on the fourth day. I send it forth to you, and if you’re feeling really $#(*_)&&* today… I suggest typing out each word slowly. Sometimes slowing down is all we need. Why do I forget that?